Date Posted:Tue, June 04 2024, 7:59:58 Author:kgp Subject: QOTD for Tuesday
The following quotation is from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon Copyright 1991 All Rights Reserved. Chapter 2 Standing Stones.
It was in fact nearly eleven before I reached the stone circle. It was drizzling, and I was soaked through, not having thought to bring a mac. I made a cursory examination of the outside of the circle, but if there had ever been a fire there, someone had taken pains to remove its traces.
The plant was easier to find. It was right where I remembered it, near the foot of the tallest stone, I took several clippings of the vine and stowed them temporarily in my handkerchief, meaning to deal with them properly when I got back to Mrs. Baird’s tiny car, where I had left the heavy plant presses.
The tallest stone of the circle was cleft, with a vertical split dividing the two massive pieces. Oddly, the pieces had been drawn apart by some means. Though you could see that the facing surfaces matched, they were separated by a gap of two or three feet.
There was a deep humming noise coming from somewhere near at hand. I thought there might be a beehive lodged in some crevice of teh rock, and placed a hand on the stone in order to lean into the cleft.